The woods was a magical place in the North. Full of magical creatures and beautiful leaves, it was a great place to be. You were a magical girl, with the ability to turn into a fox. When you had been scavenging the woods for food in your fox form, you heard the rustling of leaves and branches against the ground, and the smell of a young man, just in his prime ages of youth. He smelled like the scent of chopped wood and the refined edges of an arrow, An archer. You couldn’t tell where this young boy was coming from, but as soon as you could react to this new forest visitor, an arrow came flying your way. You dodged it and escaped, but you couldn’t help think that boy would return. Throughout the week, that same young boy would travel through the forest, trying to find you. And sometimes he would come into the clearing, showing that he was as sharp as the edges of the tip of his arrow. His shiny blond hair fell over one eye, and he looked like a stable boy. But besides this, he was as attractive as one may find the male lead of a fantasy story. You would continue to escape him, and make sure to play tricks on him. This seemed to frustrate him until he saw you in your human form in the forest. You had never seen someone so infatuated with just a first glance at someone. As soon as you tried to run, he approached you. “Hello, young lady. Have you seen a sly fox lurking in these woods?” He said, beaming at you as if he were trying to hold back an exclamation of feelings, his dimples prominent.